After several things were finalized, Long Yi rushed to the military headquarters without stopping.

The Xinghen case is generally simple and thin, relying solely on the financial support of He Xingtong, as well as the technical strength of the operation team, plus the borrowed forces of the group army. Although the He family group also participated in this matter in disguise, He Xingtong's behavior was still underground and could not be on the surface. Once exposed, let the He family group know, it would probably be a devastating blow, because the He family group and the mercenary group are one, and they are both standing in Lin Zicong's favor. For a military project that is estimated to be over 100 million, the support of the military headquarters is the real power. Not to mention the financial support, just the legality of the law, the support of the military headquarters is the power of decision. With them, even if the military headquarters does not invest special funds, Lin Zicong and Long Yi can still dig out some resources from each department to prevent this matter from being paralyzed. Therefore, Long Yi must go to the military headquarters again to obtain the support of the military headquarters.

These old guys should be useful, otherwise I would be sorry for the pension expenses of the military headquarters over the years.

On the top of the military headquarters, halfway up the mountain, through a large iron gate that is upwards, the military nursing home. Long Yi came to the iron gate, politely took off his military cap, and the camera on the door captured Long Yi's appearance and opened it on his own. This is not his first time, and his identity identification naturally knows who he is.

Entering the yard and looking up, half of the mountain has been hollowed out. The hollowed out location has been carved into an independent room, located at different levels and heights. There are soft orange lights on the door and corridor of the room. Green vegetation falls from the highest point layer by layer, like a green waterfall. The lightly bright sky light scatters in from the hollowed-out breathable holes everywhere, making this space look like a elves cave in the fantasy world. Not only that, after the modern elements are added to the door of the room, there are many more interesting effects, which make people feel comfortable and full of fun. No longer feel trapped in the dark underground, my mood suddenly gets much better.

On a hollow platform, there is a group of old men. The table is covered with an electronic sand tray of two meters square. The image below is the terrain of the entire East Asia. On the table, there are small flags of various colors, including red flags representing us and blue flags representing the enemy, military flags of various battle parties with various badges printed on them, and cartoon flags with small robot beasts painted on them. The most distinctive one is the cartoon flags with small animals on them, which makes people feel particularly cute.

Long Yi raised his lips and smiled calmly, because the squirrel from the 12th Operation Group was now larger than other flags, and it seemed to have the kingly smell of looking down on all living beings. You can see it from behind the crowd.

The old men watched while chattering and quarreling. Some said that the First Army's combat power was not good, and some said that the mercenary group had too slow interweaving. They were picking up garbage every day and couldn't cooperate with other teams. A thin old man slapped the sand table, hunched over and stepped on the puddle under his feet, shouting viciously: "Don't fight for me! The mercenary group is not as good as the army. How can they fight if they don't let them pick up some garbage? Those who say that the army is not good at playing football will go back and cover the quilt and reflect. Without the army's full-scale restraint, your operation team is no longer capable. Can you pass the seven-by-twenty-four-hour all-round patrol?"

The thin old man was a little excited when he said that he used too much force and his face was rushing up, and he immediately coughed.

Another old man sitting opposite him who seemed to be silent, grabbed himself and his beard and almost pulled his beard down. He could no longer help but shouted, "You are not good at all! After fighting with the Machinery City for so many years, who can't tell that there are conflicts inside the Machinery City! There is no sewing, can you move the team to drill? Don't lift the group army so high, keep making positions. What kind of fighting is his grandma's way of fighting? This is passively beaten! People beat your army to look down on you. If they don't beat you, aren't they swaying everywhere? What else can you restrain? You can restrain a ghost!"

The thin old man was choked and couldn't get enough of it. He was choked by words and seemed even more excited, saying, "You boy said again! There is no conflict in that war? Any record is made by yourself! Where is the enemy conflict given to you? Is there any conflict in the enemy? You boy didn't go deep behind the enemy, so where can you know? Besides, the enemy's unreasonable deployment of troops will also lead to loopholes. How can you say that there are conflicts within the enemy?"

Speaking of this, another old man stopped one and interrupted, "Hey hey, why are you so arbitrary? Everything is seen from the result! The battlefield changes rapidly and changes, and the conclusion should not be decided so easily! The action team can achieve such a record, should look at their action route! Analyze their battle process from the action route..."

Someone else immediately grabbed him, looked up and pointed at Long Yi and smiled, "Stop and stop first! Isn't this the adjutant under Lin Zicong? Let him say that everything is clearer than you can!"

Long Yi was stunned. The old man was bored and argued about the situation of the war, so he pulled him in. But it was difficult to refuse for a while. What should we do? These old guys have long regarded the discussion of the situation as a daily compulsory chat. They will definitely be endless after all, after all, they are all generals of all sizes who have retired...

Just as he was in a dilemma, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. Long Yi suddenly realized that this seemed to be an excellent opportunity to spread some things out! Wasn’t his purpose here to lay the foundation for Xinghen’s construction? Ha, he was just here to find one or two people, and was worried that his power was a little weak, but now he just scanned the gun and went straight to a gang. It is estimated that the effect of this matter will be much better!

Long Yi greeted a slightly tired military salute with a helpless smile, and said, "Hello, veteran generals, I'm here today. There is an emergency. I can't introduce the details of the recent war to you. I'm very sorry. Then I will sort out a report and send it to you."

When many old men heard Long Yi say this, they became interested and shouted: "If you want to come, just give a few more copies, we all want to see!"

Long Yi said: "No problem, no problem!"

"Then what are you here to do today?" asked an old man.

"Today I came here mainly to ask the veteran generals for a decision."

decision making?

The old guys' eyes suddenly followed the power supply and lit up. "What decision?"

Long Yi picked up the storage pen from his hand and pointed at the electronic sand tray. The simplified and modified star mark design drawings were immediately displayed on the electronic sand tray. Of course, it is impossible to expect these old guys to understand the detailed design. This picture is a picture that specifically hides the design details and highlights the design principles and resource consumption. This was made overnight by Long Yi instructing the 11th Action Team members of the 11th Operation Team.

"Whether this thing should be built, who should build it, and how to build it." Long Yi looked worried and pointed at the electronic sand table.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!